She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN) - Chapter 242: Fitting (2)

I can see ghosts. Even the ghosts inside games. But then…”Ah! Not there, over that way! My family heirloom is hidden there.” The ghosts in the game keep revealing hidden pieces to me.

When the bird race wanted to flatter the king of the wolf race, he was thrown out directly by his parents. After that, he had been tossed like a toy by others from one place to another, numerous times. Finally, he ended up in front of the black wolf.

There was a rumor saying that the black wolf was the most ferocious existence in the wolf palace. And the black wolf’s favorite food was raw chicken!

He always excitedly gnawed the chicken, there was a possibility that blood could splatter everywhere!

Qiao Xi: I feel like I’m going to die.

And when Qiao Xi fell in front of the black wolf—

The black wolf had sharp fangs, fierce eyes, and a terrifying aura. The black wolf opened his mouth and approached Qiao Xi…

“Auwoo! Auwoo! Auwoo!”

Qiao Xi was frightened out of his wits and immediately fell onto the ground. He unmanageably changed into a human form. His body was shivering uncontrollably, thinking to himself that he was going to die.

However, just when the black wolf saw Qiao Xi’s human form, he unexpectedly turned silent.

After standing still for a while, he suddenly lifted his paw and touched Qiao Xi’s pretty little face, he stated calmly: “From today onward, you’re my little brother.”

Qiao Xi, whose eyes were filled with tears: “…?”
…

Later, the black wolf ascended the throne in the wolf race.

Someone saw the black wolf carrying a chicken in his arm, and couldn’t help but say with a smile, His Majesty, the Wolf King surprisingly carried a ration with him, which was really interesting.

Suddenly, the Wolf King’s face darkened. He said calmly without any smile on his face: “This is my wife.”

He also ate this small one every day, but not as a ration, because this was his little treasure.

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One day, I woke up only find out that I’d become a Demon Lord, an individual responsible for protecting a dungeon. The world I’d been spirited away to was one filled with violence. Gigantic monsters wandered through it and competed with each other each and every day for the right to survive. I had no choice but to strengthen my dungeon’s defenses in hopes of living another day—or at least that was what I’d thought. For some odd reason, I instead ended up spending my days in relaxation and bliss.

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Cool and talented female painter VS dark-bellied and poisonous-tongued business boss

When Wen Rui met Xie Yanqing for the first time, Mo Shang was like a jade, and his son was unparalleled in the world.

When Xie Yanqing saw Wen Rui for the first time, she smiled sweetly and looked forward to her beautiful eyes. With just one glance, he knew that this girl had lived in his heart.

The noble and desolate second master Xie in the capital broke his precepts, fell in love, changed his low-key style in the past, showed his affection on the Internet every day, and even abused his own son when he abused dogs.

“Second Master, black fans on the Internet say Madam’s paintings are plagiarized!”

“Go and block his account for me, and send him to the police station.”

“Second Lord, some people in the Chinese painting circle say that Madam was hired as a senior consultant of the art institute, so there must be a financial backer!”

“Post the marriage certificate of my wife and I online.

“Second master, Madam said she wants to drink porridge from Yipinju.”

“Hurry up and buy the ingredients, how can the outside smell as good as mine?”

“Papa, can I see what you locked in the safe?”

“No, that’s a portrait your mother painted for me.”

——

One day, Wen Rui was surrounded by reporters for a post-marriage interview at the Golden Lottery Awards Ceremony.

“Miss Wen, it is rumored that you are a cold beauty. How did Second Master Xie win your heart?”

Wen Rui’s bright eyes moved slightly, and said quietly: “Rely on thick skin.”

Reporters: “…”

Someone strolled over and grabbed Wen Rui’s slender waist: “Huh? Miss Wen, the wind hasn’t moved and the flag hasn’t moved, it’s your heart that’s moving.”

That night someone put Wen Rui against the wall: “Ruirui, are you still excited?”

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